sometimes your eyes are like planets, wide and round with wonder. a look into them shows the worlds that orbit in your mind and the stars that swirl in your chest. you're forever as young as seventeen revolutions around the sun, but your wonder has already been enough to send you to the stars. you've flown lightyears enough to listen to the echoes of time and memory contained in space dust, you've made these sounds your songs. you've commanded shooting stars and hung from them, swinging from tail to tail to get to the moon and believe me, from my windowsill, i can see you've made it when your moonlight shines on me. now that you are up there, i hope you like the view, at night, i'll always look outside just to admire you.